Tales of Crazy: RusAme short stories

Fantasy - Part 2

Underlined text starts as the magic language

Warnings:

-Bodily harm caused by another individual
-mentions of missing/removed body parts

*Russia*

I groan in pain as I wake up. Everything hurts.

I hear someone whisper "I think he's actually waking up this time. Go get King Britain."

I hear footsteps headed away. I open my eyes. My arms are being held against the wall. My ankles are also shackled to the wall.

I try to move my tail, but I can't feel it. I look at where my tail should be. It's gone. I still have my wings, which are held against the wall.

I start trying to get out, but I can't. I'm a lot weaker that normal.

I look around. I'm inside a dungeon cell. I can see other magic people down here, but they aren't as restrained as I am.

Crown comes down with a guard. I guess Crown is really King Britain.

He turned my tail into a coat. A coat that he's wearing.

He sees the look on my face, and he laughs. The other magic people look over.

Britain walks up to the door, petting the fur of the tail coat. "Your fur is so soft, I simply couldn't resist making a lovely coat out of it!"

He opens the door and walks up to me, touching my undamaged wing. I try to move it, but I can't.

He smiles. "Next, I think I'll use your wing to make a fine feather cape. Such a shame your other wing is damaged. I would've been able to make two."

"DON'T TOUCH MY WINGS!!"

Britain laughs. "Why should I listen to a monster like you? You're the one chained up, not me."

I growl. "Only monster I see is you."

Britain slaps me, his rings scratching my face. "Do NOT compare ME to a bunch of filthy, unloving, bloodthirsty MONSTERS!!"

"BUT YOU ARE ONE!"

He slaps my face again, the rings digging deeper into my skin this time.

I can feel blood on my face. Britain walks out of the cell. He yells up the stairs "SAM! COME HERE!!"

Someone slides down the railing and lands on their feet. "Yeah?"

Britain gestures to me. "Don't damage his wings. I'm having a feather cape made for you using them."

Sam grins. My ears are even lower than before. Britain smiles warmly at Sam. "Have fun, son!" then he walks up the stairs.

Sam's grin is even more insane than it was before. He runs to the end of the hallway and grabs a box, which he carries over. He puts it down inside my cell.